RIP, Chauncy.





















He was attacked by a dog on Sunday. He seemed to be doing better the last few days, even 'talked' when we went out to check on him, but I guess it wasn't meant to be. :(

(The dog was killed as soon as we caught it. Hateful, mean, worthless, animal that someone abandoned. I wish I could spit on its owner.)

He always used to dance and cackle at everyone. He beat up a couple of cats that tried to sneak in and get his food. He was four or five years old. I guess for a chicken that's a pretty good run.

I don't claim to know what happens to animals after they die, but I like to think of Chauncy getting payback somewhere. :)



Foghorn Leghorn Ass Whipping moments